I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was entirely my fault that you committed suicide, Bailey. I mean no one has ever told me that it was actually my fault, but of course, I blame myself nevertheless. I should’ve talked to you that night, I should’ve broke up with Casey earlier. I can’t help but make myself regret everything I had done in the past year. I never meant to hurt you, Bailey, you know that.
Why can’t our love just be like anybody else’s? The ones with overly cliché dates, the ones with undying love, the ones that just seems to never have problems.
Is that too much to ask?
I told the boys about my dream, by the way. They said that I might just cried myself to sleep that night, that’s why I dreamt about you. Maybe, they’re right. Maybe, they’re wrong. From day one to present I had cried myself to sleep thinking of you.
All those times I brought your heart to misery, it came crashing down back on me.
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Hauntingly Beautiful: Niall Horan Fanfiction
FanfictionNote: I wrote this without proof-reading it, and I was twelve. Please bear that in mind. Talking to you was surprisingly easy. Even though you won't reply to anything I say, I know you hear me. It's quite comforting actually. I had always loved talk...
